Must say I'm regularly surprised by your double standards. Granted, I've never heard of you waving a leek around at the Cowbridge pubs you frequent when Wales play international egg fixtures. But to my mind the daffodil headdress you wear represents a much higher level of ridiculous nationalism. And so is your insistence that everyone should sup Welsh bitter only as a mark of solidarity when "our boys are on the battlefield".
The affected and over-the-top valleys dialect you adopt is also surreal. It sounds worse than the narration on episodes of Thomas the Tank Engine. For your information, but for a minuscule percentage of women, all are equally offended by your "how about a tit wank, love?" query regardless of the accent in which it's posed.
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